Page 72 of Theirs for the Holidays

My brothersand I react at the same time, impressively coordinated. We grab Violet before she can hit the floor, steadying her between us as she’s wracked with shaking from her orgasm.

Moans and whimpers spill from her sweet lips as she writhes through it, and my cock throbs in answer. It’s already tight against my pants just from watching this and being a part of it, and it’s only getting worse.

I glance at my brothers, and we all share a look of silent communication.

I had no fucking idea that this was how the night was going to go.

From the baking lesson to finally having it out with Rhett and Sawyer about our issues, to this… but now that I’m here, working together with the two men I used to be closer to than anyone else to please this gorgeous, bright, sweet woman, I know I don’t want to stop.

Whatever comes after this will be worth it for this moment.

I slide my hand down to where Rhett and Sawyer still have their fingers buried inside her. She’s dripping around them, herarousal thick and heady. When my fingers brush over her clit and entrance, she shivers hard, clearly still very sensitive.

I gather the proof of how hard she came on my fingers and then press them between my own lips, licking them clean.

Violet tastes so familiar, but also different than I remembered from that one night years ago. It’s like she’s somehow sweeter now. Maybe memory is playing with my head, or maybe things have just changed. Either way, I want more.

I look at Violet, gripping her chin lightly to make her look at me. It takes some time for her eyes to clear of their daze and for her to focus, and when she does, I smile at her.

“Are you with me?” I ask quietly.

She nods.

“This is your last chance to change your mind.”

Violet shakes her head eagerly. “I don’t want to change my mind,” she says, and fuck—her voice sounds so wrecked already, and we’ve barely even scratched the surface of what we want to do to her.

“Thank fuck,” I murmur back. I lean in and kiss her, keeping the grip on her chin so she’s right there in it with me. She melts into it, making soft little sounds against my lips that just go straight to my cock. It’s hard enough to hurt now, and again I think that I just want more.

I don’t think I’m the only one.

When we part, I glance up at my brothers, who are watching with matching fires burning in their eyes. “Bring her into the bedroom,” I tell them.

Sawyer rolls his eyes, snorting. “You’re so damned bossy,” he mutters, but it’s not with the same edge it would have been just a few hours ago. There’s less heat in it, and he can’t mask the eagerness he’s feeling as well to get Violet in a real bed.

Rhett catches Violet under the knees once we move away, scooping her up into a bridal carry.

“Oh, be careful, I’m not—” Violet begins, the way she always does when someone goes to pick her up. I don’t know who made her feel like she’s too big to be lifted easily, but I have some guesses.

“Heartbreaker, look at Rhett,” I say. “You think a man who spends that much time splitting wood and carrying logs and whatever else can’t carry you?”

Violet’s cheeks flush, and it’s not from embarrassment. At least, not totally. “I’m heavy,” she mumbles.

“No, you’re not,” Rhett says. “I’ve got you, Tink.” He adjusts his hold on her, pulling her closer to his chest to prove a point.

Violet wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in the hollow of his shoulder, falling quiet as Rhett carries her to the bedroom.

Sawyer and I follow, not speaking. It’s not a tense silence, at least not the way our silences usually are. If there’s tension, it’s all sexual and devoted to Violet, and it’s brimming with anticipation.

Rhett lays her out on the bed like she’s something precious, and I step up and start to undress her. I slide off her panties and coax her to lift her arms so I can start getting her dress over her head.

Behind me, Rhett and Sawyer help, unlacing her shoes and taking them off.

One of them removes her bra as well, and I try to hide the way my hand shakes at the notion of undoing the clasp there. It’s too fiddly for my bad hand, but no one comments on it, and it feels more like teamwork than anything else.

And then—at last—Violet is naked and spread out on the bed for us.

Her cheeks are flushed, and the color spills down her neck to her chest. I can see the way her hands flex, like she’s fighting theurge to cover herself even now, but she doesn’t give in to that urge. She’s shy, but she’s fucking gorgeous.